My Funny Brain and Me
The leprechauns are eating my brain. Seriously, that's the only explanation for this, erm, day. Around here, the major activity for St. Paddy's is getting drunk. Obviously not an option for me. But I dug up an ancient, inherited from who knows which sister, no-longer-black Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt with a green logo. I'd even picked up some shamrock hair clips. I couldn't find any socks that had green in them (at least clean ones). Maybe that was why the leprechauns picked me.
It started with biology. I was doing my usual, taking notes and thinking about something totally different (how it would be really cool to kiss the Blarney Stone, if you must know). Dr. Connelly was teaching about protein sorting pathways, and at one point I looked down at my notes and realized I was writing about "protins." I don't know what protins are, maybe they are a spell that the leprechauns use on vulnerable brains. The weird thing was, even once I became aware of it, I kept writing "protins." It's not like anyone else can read my notes, what was the purpose of writing "protins?" Do the leprechauns enjoy annoying spelling-conscious people?
I thought of eating my chocolate Lucky Charms to celebrate the day, but my refrigerator mysteriously froze my milk so I had to eat them dry. Oh well. I suppose I will just give in to the leprechauns and not try to do anything more taxing than watching a Jane Seymour TV movie where she does this great Irish accent. Happy St. Patrick's Day to all ye lads and lassies!